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Poem Details | by David Smith |
Categories: addiction, analogy, assonance, bereavement, betrayal, blue, hope,

Beyond understanding why

Why are we sanitising gambling, 
Why are we legitimising gangs,
Why are we legalising harmful drugs,
Why are we marginalising so many,
Why are we maximising profits,
Why are we criticising anybody and everybody.

Could we not do more prophesying instead.
Could we not do more minimising instead.
Could we not do more exercising instead.
Could we not do more rationalising instead.
And turn everything on its head.

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: abortion, abuse, conflict, future, grave, truth, voice,

Sinn Fein traitors

No longer do they represent or even come close to Catholic values 
they turn their back on those of us held loyal 
with spiritual morals unable to address it as is
Murder to stand and promote supporting such an act cardinal sin 
They no longer are a republican party lets straighten that point up
beginning and end as they have removed freedom from their banner 

Death it comes with a price where history will speak of this treachery 
turning against the law of God passed on to us by Patrick 
they are the new age occult rising pagans against the cross

Poem Details | by liam mcdaid |
Categories: abortion, allah, bible, conflict, death, father, god,

Suicide bomber

Salman Abedi 
every member of your family support unit 
They should be deported and expelled 
The mosque in where he learned his satanic verses 
rightly it should be bulldozed to the ground only fair 
as our Heavenly Father punished Cain who still burns with anger 
A temple of Satan condemning others to death 
as it breaks His Holy words and law 
suicide is an ungodly ritual 
Laid down on stone cold thou shalt not kill 
God wills it so non believers of His word 
Justice supreme unholy is the act carried out 
pure evil demonic is the taking of innocent life
hell holds the fury of those hounds scorned 
to hate peace forever more snakes of the dark side 
consumed with fire 

Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: celebration, community, funeral, humor, power, racism, usa,

AntiClimate Cabinetry

Community organizers
and multiculturing regenerators
and organic whole food farmers
all agree
we tend to end up
back to where historically empowered nutritional voices 

Look at all these old white men
in their predominantly red meat patriarchal ties.

Is this a cabinet
made of polyculturing organic containers
for regenerate multicultural growth?

Or a funeral
for the not too soon departing 
all WhiteHouse?

(but I have too much to declare)

Poem Details | by Cherie Fleming |
Categories: america, anger, death, evil, fear, freedom, patriotic,


Terror in its darkest form,
Filling skies with smoke.
Today, our vengeance has been born;
Our wrath, destruction woke.

Quiet rage is growing bold.
Devastation - great.
They say revenge is best served cold,
So difficult to wait.

Questions many, answers none;
Horror in our eyes.
Debris and smoke block out the sun.
The streets echo our cries.

Never in our wildest dreams,
Safety compromised.
We clutch our hearts amidst the screams,
The nightmare realized.

(Attack on the World Trade Center - September 11th, 2001)

Poem Details | by Jimmi Canada |
Categories: creation, deep, fire, flower, goodbye, green, grief, heart, hero, meaningful, seasons, work,


You smiling at anothers pain let's me know these drugs will NEVER go away,

nothing to explain,

nobody in reaction of rain,

you chose to beat a liar,
never saw inside her...

I chose what I chose for my explain,

you can change a whole life in as little as a day-

I don't need,

I don't want-

I bleed but have a gaunt,

I didn't need to hear,

I wasn't a feat to bear,

but I couldn't handle the stare,

honesty is worse than anything sometimes so we have...

Poem Details | by sean ferris |
Categories: bereavement, children, eulogy, family, mother,

Cold Dead Hands

Mother don't hear the birds sing
Eyes filled with tears death brings

Babies massacred attending school
At the hands of a deranged drool 

Assault guns increase the killing rate
Inaction by congress sealed their fate

Mother cry out in vain
No one can feel their pain

Guns built for war
Available at the local store

Adult just turn away
No one will have to pay

The NRA said my cold dead hand
Mother children now take that stand 

Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: america, conflict, death, metaphor, political, racism, violence,

Tex-Mex-Afro Eyes Are Upon You And You

Wandering the maze of sanity
has now become a harsh challenge
to the psyche as insanity fuels
itself with echoing bigotry 
soaring like starving hawks
while vultures are daily treated
to sights of warm human appetizers
laying out on blood-stained turf tables.

If only lives could be as treasured
and as recyclable as are old cold weapons
of war that continues to be allowed
to seek the devouring warmness of life.

The yellow roses in a lone star field of dreams
droop in waters of tears and dried blood;
long-horned cows and egrets go about symbiotically,
as wagon train-like funeral processions pass by:
Meanwhile, congress-persons attend NRA banquets.

Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: birth, death, integrity, nature, spiritual,

Sacred Presence

Few who have listened and watched through triumphant birth
and decomposing death
doubt these are most sacred events.

When did all experience in-between
become a sufficiently secular journey
necessarily devoid of unrealistic wonder and awe,
divine curiosity,
and holy wholesome courage?

To live for and with Earth solidarity
listening and watching sacred birth of dawn
and holy death of ultra-violet
non-violent dusk.

Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: grief, health, integrity, love, nature, passion, spiritual,

Fear Seeks Faith

Gratitude's past grief
brief repast

When re-articulating grief
becomes transparently warm passion,
yet without terrifying overheated anger,
we are together filled with resonantly vulnerable sound 
and traumatic sight,

Therein opens new possibilities,
avenues, shared
neurological highways
mini-cultures surfing for resiliently polypathic gratitude,

An experiential reminder,
a virtuous feedback loop,
in which daily reborn life intends love
extends above
down beyond,
deeply rooted within
all Other 

Grief of anciently fore-shadowed separation
to repair EarthTribe's loyal gratitude.

Poem Details | by Muyideen Ayinla |
Categories: grief, hate, humanity, political, power,

They say war is the answer

They want to destroy what it took years to build
today's adults have forgotten
the toils of their fathers yesterday.
For how long would this foundations
be built with the bones of generations?
More bloodshed is all they seek
just to oppress the weak.
They say war is the answer
for our freedom to last eternity;
guns and cudgels in hands,
they say it is the only way
to negotiate with peace.

(c) Ayinla Muyideen 2019

Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: anger, grief, health, integrity, power,

Dear NRA Automated SpokesPersons

If the Parkland families are a disarming mob,

Then the NRA counter-evolutionaries
are an automated killer infestation.

Poem Details | by Bill MacEachern |
Categories: america, black african american, death,

Black Lives Matter

Black Lives Matter
Is a reminder
Black Lives Matter
Is not black primer

Black Lives Matter
Needs to be said
With all the black boys
Ending up dead

Black Lives Matter
Yes, you do too
But blacks girls go missing.
Without all the News 

Black Lives Matter
Is their weighing in
If all lives mattered 
It needn't be said

Poem Details | by Kenneth Cheney |
Categories: anti bullying, betrayal, corruption, death, horror, myth, prejudice,

Left Not Right

He asked the world to see his plight.
They came from the left to proclaim him right.
So, he took to the streets and tore up the night.

Feeling no shame, with others to blame;
Driven with hate, from ambition abstained;
A whimpering ingrate, and pitiful man.

Poem Details | by Thomas Wells |
Categories: anger, corruption, culture, death, evil, racism, rights,

Murder Entitlement

Cop core culture cultivates racist malevolence,
	                 The profiling pseudoscience.

Cop core contempt, rogue roving terrorists in blue,
			Sadists through and through.

Cop core combatants harass, torture, then kill,
			Another handcuffed man choked still.

Cop core cruelty depraved indifference to the defenseless.
                        This story of brutality is relentless.

Cop core criminal entitlement to murder at will,
			The face of oppressive evil.   


Poem Details | by jake aller |
Categories: america, angst, anxiety, death, horror, war,

wandering a nuclear holocaust

I wake up
find myself

wandering in a hot dessert
baking in the malign rays 
of a dying sun

I realized 
that i am walking around 

a post nuclear wasteland -
 nothing is moving 

everything is dead 
I may be the last 
person on earth

I don’t know how i got here
or when it is

or even if it is real
or just a nightmare vision

i scream out 
Dear God

save me
and hear nothing

but the whispers 
of billions of ghosts
in the radioactive winds

Poem Details | by Thomas Wells |
Categories: allegory, eulogy, jobs, work,

Garbage Men

Trailing steel cans
and rolling out their
long rags.

The morning is a frost
broken in clamorous relief.

Frayed holes in their eaten
gloves carry a crushed chore,
a rotted job bundled in skins
of wet plastics.

They emerge from a deep 
hidden hour
riding the back jaws
of neglected mammoths.

A storm hammers
in the scrape of their tongues.

The dogs lunge
for their voices.

They remove what lingers too long
from our past.

Published Black Buzzard Press 1982